The Distillers are trashy, violent, swear convincingly, snarl about pretty much everything, and rock harder, dirtier, and meaner than Joan Jett and Hole.
Collects the 30-second track on Fat’s Short Music for Short People, two alternate, previously unreleased short songs, and a couple other unreleased songs.
Sloppily covering tunes by those who influenced ’em, but these version are bad. They shoulda picked better songs, more songs, and done a better job playin’ ’em.
“Sugar Water” is rock as gospel. “Can’t seem to find my way home,” and we’re talkin’ in the spiritual sense here. This’d be cheese if not done with such heart.
The production is a little thick and muddy, but Useless I.D. proves pop punk is a universally spoken language. These guys have what it takes in busloads.
A timeless sound (think Hüsker Dü, Leatherface, and what I think early Face to Face sounds like until I listen to it again), a gruff, noisy melodic pop/punk.